Sioux Falls, South Dakota- March 25 2010 **After S5E14 My Bloody Valentine, Featuring moments from S5E15 Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid and S5E22 Swan Song**

Baileigh tried to contact Dean after he told her to leave outside Singer's Salvage, but Baileigh had no idea where he was. He wasn't at Bobby's and all of her calls rang out to voicemail- even when she called Sam's phone- Dean had changed the caller ID on his phone from Wyatt, B. to Cruiseship Vacations.

Despite not being able to get a hold of him, Baileigh called Dean in a panic when Mel and Timothy Birk; somehow back from the dead and walking around, showed up at her front door wanting to see their little girl.

But Dean didn't pick up.

On her own, faced with the resurrected dead, she told Mel and Tim to wait in the living room while she went to wake Sarah from her nap. "She'll be so excited to see you," Baileigh said before racing upstairs. Instead of bringing Sarah down to her parents, Baileigh grabbed the little girl, climbed out the window onto the roof of the garage, hopped to the roof of the minivan and drove to Bobby's as fast as she could.

A smile hid her panic when Karen, Bobby's late ex wife opened the door and invited her inside for pie. Baileigh recognized her from an old picture Bobby kept in his desk. "Oh that's so sweet, but I should really give you two some time to catch up. Maybe tomorrow?"

With a lead foot on the gas pedal Baileigh sped out of town as fast as possible; the van wasn't as fast as she wanted and she found herself wishing she'd put a car seat in the Chevelle. Baileigh drove for hours without any idea where she was going. Her heart wanted to turn the van around to go and hug Melody and Tim. Her heart ached for Sarah. Both her heart and her brain wanted Sarah to have a chance to speak with her parents, to be able to remember them one day. But her gut told her to run, and to keep running. It was her gut that yearned to keep Sarah safe, it was that primal part, deep down that was glad that Sarah hadn't seen them.

And so she kept driving.

Eight hours later when she saw the water in Green Bay, Wisconsin she found a motel and ordered a pizza. Sarah was plopped in front of the TV watching cartoons, while Baileigh hovered by the door waiting for the pizza. She pulled out her phone again and dialed Dean. Dean didn't pick up.

"Dean, it's me. I... I... No." Her voice shook and she looked to Sarah trying to keep it steady. Sarah didn't notice. "My best friend and her husband popped out of the ground today demanding to see their daughter," she whispered angrily into the phone. "I get that you don't want to talk to me. Fine. But dammit Dean, this is your area of expertise! And just in case you were at all curious, Sarah and I are fine."

On the road to Detroit, Michigan- May 2010

Driving on their way to meet the Devil in Detroit; Castiel snoring softly in the back of the Impala, Dean piped up, "Sam I got a bad feeling about this."

"Well you'd be nuts to have a good feeling about it."

"You know what I mean. Detroit, he always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit. Here we are."

"Here we are."

"Maybe this is him rolling out the red carpet. Maybe he knows something we don't."

"Dean, I bet he knows a butt load we don't, but you gotta' hope he doesn't know about the rings." They both sigh, "Hey, ummm, on the subject, there's something I gotta talk to you about."

"What?"

"If this thing goes our way and I Triple Lindy into that box, you know I'm not coming back."

"Yeah, I'm aware."

"So, you gotta' promise me something."

"Okay, yeah, anything."

"You gotta' promise not to try to bring me back."

"What? No, I didn't sign up for that! Your Hell is going to make my tour look like Graceland! You want me to sit by and do nothin'?"

"Once the cage is shut you can't go poking at it Dean, it's too risky."

"You can't ask me to do this."

"I'm sorry Dean. You have to."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"You go find Lisa, or Baileigh," Sam said softly. Dean scoffed, his grip getting tighter on the steering wheel. "You pray that she's dumb enough to take you back and you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple pie life Dean! Promise me."

Dean promised. But when Sam died Baileigh didn't get a call. Instead, Dean drove out to Battle Creek, Michigan and parked on the road in front of a small house. He pulled the picture of Baileigh and Sarah from his wallet and stared at it memorizing their smiling faces. He dragged a hand over his face and wiped the wetness from his eyes. Go find Lisa, or Baileigh. Live a normal apple pie life, Sam had said.

He ripped up the picture, got out of the car and walked up the front steps. He knocked five times before the door opened. "Hey Lee-s" he added forgetting for a second who he was talking to.

"Thank God," Lisa sighed relieved. "Are you alright?" Her dark eyes looked worried as they examined the man standing in the doorway.

"Yeah...If it's not too late, I think I'd like to take you up on that beer." Dean's voice was scratchy. His throat was closing up and his eyes started to water again.

"It's never too late." Lisa led him inside and pulled him into a tender embrace. He held her close, desperate for some form of comfort. He squished his face between her shoulder and neck- her hair smelled like flowers. Baileigh's hair didn't smell like flowers. Baileigh's hair smelled like baby powder and the pine air-fresheners she kept in her cars.

Live a normal, apple pie life. But he couldn't do that with Baileigh and Sarah; no matter how badly he wanted too. Nothing would ever be normal, or apple pie with them. Their life together would be danger and heartbreak and they had suffered enough of that already. For Baileigh and Sarah, an apple pie life would be the life they lived without him.

Chicago, Illinois- Later in May 2010

After Sam went to Hell Castiel went back to Heaven and Dean moved in with Lisa and Ben, and nobody talked about Baileigh. There was nobody left in her old life who knew about her, who would call her or check up on her, except of course, good ol' Bobby Singer.

"You got your boxes all un-packed?" Bobby asked over the phone. As he talked to her, Bobby cleared her 'mojo juice' ingredients into a cupboard. They didn't need to stay out on the counter anymore. She wouldn't be popping in for surprise visits, or TV dates anymore.

"Yessir."

"Your garden's strong right?" he asked looking out the window to the spot in the yard where the Minivan and Impala used to park. In their place was Baileigh's blue Chevelle SS. The white racing stripes shined in the sunlight. She had left it for Bobby to use 'but don't bring him on hunts and get him all busted up' she had specified.

"I've got skunk cabbage, saffron and trillium growing in the front yard, back yard and in pots in the bedrooms. And I dust our clothes with the combination of their ashes after every wash."

"Good girl. That'll keep the vamps off ya. Did you get my present yet?"

"The door mat with the devil's trap on the bottom? Yeah," she laughed, "it's perfect." They caught up on Baileigh's work in a new district, Sarah's latest milestones, and about their guilty pleasure TV show Tori and Dean. And when Baileigh found herself wanting to ask about Dean she faked an excuse to hang up.

"Don't be a stranger," Bobby said.

"I'll do what I can." Click.